I have edited a bit in my bio, mostly to make it fit playing in Argyle.
What do you think?
(Okay - it might be a bit long, but that is no reason to thrown things at me
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I was born in the northeastern part of Firelight Forest; I have never known the precise location since I did not leave volentarely. My parents were unlikely citizen of that area since both of them were spell-casters residing among a people consisting mostly of hunters.
My father was a specialist of necromantic magic and my mother had a natural flair for divination magic.
My first clear memory is that of my father taking me into his lab wich was placed deep in the tower, which was called home. I had never been permitted to enter the lab; I was very excited because I also wanted to become a great wizard as my parents. Having just the day earlier celebrated my fourth birthday; my father told me that he had a surprise for me, now that I had gotten older.
My father and I entered the lab and I was awestruck - books; scrolls; spell components and much more dominated the lab. I was let towards small table surrounded by “Silkstone” and the stones known as “Tiger Eye Agate” as I have learnt while studying ancient tomes.
I was placed atop the table and told to keep very still, otherwise his father would not show him the surprise, he gave me an unicorn horn to hold with both my hands and point it towards my father. I remember a distinct feeling of fascination for the knowledge that this man, my father, possessed.
My father started casting complicated spells just as my mother entered the room.
She quickly realised what my father was doing and started casting spells also.
I remember feeling entertained by all the colours and noises of their spells.
Suddenly some kind of magical surge was created when my mother’s magic combined with that of my fathers magic which in turned reacted to the gemstones and the horn I was holding, and this caused me to be magically transported far away to farmlands surrounding Arberdan.
Here I was found by an old couple of childless farmers, I told them what had happened to me. They told me that I shouldn’t count of finding my way back to my parents and that I would not be safe, had my father survived the battle with my mother.
Instead these farmers took me with them and gave me a home. It took some time, but I finally found peace with that fact and started living as the child of these foster parents.
Here I live a peaceful life, living the live of a farmer until the faithful day they both died, almost simultaneously of old age. I was 19 years old at that time.
I had just buried my foster parents when an apparition of my mother sought me out.
She told me that my father had planed to use me as an ingredient in a spell that would suspend his mortality. And that interfering with his plans had cost my mother her life.
She also told me that the only way I would be able to stand against him when he would try again – and he would - were to become a potent mage so I would be able to fight and hopefully vanquish him, then she disappeared.
I gather what little belongings I could scavenge from the farm and travelled into city of Arberdan.
Here I drifted around, and did the odd job every now and again to sustain life.
One day I came in contact with an old Sage working in a college for wizards. He needed somebody to help him scripe scrolls and do other jobs, in return I’d be provided for while working for him – and even add to my reading and writing skills.
I immediately accepted his offer as it was better than shovel dung for a living and because this brought me nearer to the magical energies I had been without for so many years.
The sage in return for my work taught me a little about magic, especially the protective magic, and besides that he gave me access to tomes of arcane knowledge. This is where I learnt more of my fathers plan.
A couple of years later, at the age of 24 the sage had no more need of my services and we agreed on ending my employment.
Once again, alone on the street I headed to the nearest tavern – there I met some people, forming an adventures band. Seeing this as a splendid opportunity, I joined the band. This would be my ticket to better times. This would be my ticket to fulfil my destiny, to destroy the man that had brought me into this world. To save my own soul.
The name of this band of adventures? – It was, it is, the “Blades of The Banshee”
[ 08-25-2001: Message edited by: Xandax ]